make travis upset!
He froze. It was like a switch being flipped, right smack-dab in the middle of his brain. Fists clenched, and fingernails drew blood. A very poor choice of button had just been pressed. And Travis? Travis was about ready to blow.Â
ââMove onâ from Quiet?â The words came out of his mouth a growl. ââMove onâ from the first woman in years to treat me like the hero I wanna be?! âMove onâ from one of the greatest, most beautiful people Iâve ever met?! âMove onâ from someone I lov-âÂ
A pause. Far too long a pause, before he snapped.
âSHE LEFT ME, OKAY?! And Iâm not talking about her exit from the city! Iâm talking about the goddamn month she took off, leaving me to just... wallow! Fuck up!â A few incoherent curses, underneath his breath. A gloved hand gripped the otakuâs hair, tugging tight. âShe said sheâd never leave me! She said she wouldnât be like the rest! Look how that turned out!âÂ
Travisâ voice started to choke up. He had to stop, catch his breath. Sniffle a bit.Â
âBut goddammit...â Travis muttered, hand dropping to his side. âI canât move on. I canât. I see her in my dreams, think of her every other day... And the reason you donât read about it? Itâs because Iâve been trying to repress. Forget.âÂ
At this point, the anger had deflated from Travisâ body. He slumped to the ground, curling up pathetically into himself.Â
âQuiet ainât coming back. I ainât finding love. All I want is sex. There. You happy? Just... leave me alone.â
















